“Dragons, hear my command! Leave none alive!”
Chen Ping issued the final order to slaughter.
“Roar!”
“Kill!”
The dragon clan army, with morale soaring like a rainbow, advanced forward like a tidal wave, pursuing and killing those enemies who had lost their will to fight and were scurrying about like headless flies.
This was a one-sided massacre.
The battle continued for another half hour. Finally, the entire Void Rift Valley gradually fell silent.
The once noisy and clamorous battlefield now held only the thick, inescapable stench of blood, along with corpses piled like mountains.
Of the several thousand cultivators from various major sects in the Nine Heavens, apart from a very few lucky ones who had foreseen the danger early or possessed special life-saving methods to escape, all the rest perished here!
Sunlight filtered through the lingering blood mist, shining upon Chen Ping as he stood amidst a sea of corpses and blood, and upon the dragons behind him who, though weary, had excited eyes and bodies stained with enemy blood.
Chen Ping held the blood-dripping Dragon-Slaying Sword, his robes fluttering. Despite consecutive fierce battles, his aura had grown even deeper and more vast.
His gaze swept over this scene of carnage, his expression calm and undisturbed.
In this battle, he had not only tested his own strength and the combat power of the dragon clan army, but also declared his arrival to the entire Nine Heavens, along with his inviolable majesty!
From this day forth, the Nine Heavens would gain a massive force that no one could ignore: a new power led by Chen Ping, possessing the Demon-Suppressing Tower and hundreds of dragons!
Old Black kicked aside a corpse at his feet and grinned. “Mr Chen, these fellows really couldn’t take a beating! They weren’t even enough for this old Black to loosen his muscles!”
Cen Biqing walked to Chen Ping’s side and said softly, “Mr Chen, though we won this battle, we have thoroughly offended more than half the sects in the Nine Heavens. In the future, I’m afraid…”
Chen Ping put away the Dragon-Slaying Sword and the Demon-Suppressing Tower, then said calmly, “No matter. When soldiers come, we block them; when water rises, we dam it. We do not seek trouble, but we will never fear it.”
He looked at the dragon clan army behind him, their aura more tempered after the bloody battle, and said in a deep voice, “Clean up the battlefield. All spoils of war will be distributed uniformly. Then, follow me… back to the Yama Heaven Sect!”
“Yes! Imperial Lord!”
Hundreds of dragons responded in unison, their voices shaking the clouds!
As they gazed at Chen Ping’s retreating back, their eyes burned with fanaticism and loyalty.
It was this young man bearing imperial blood who had freed them from endless suppression and led them to this glorious victory!
Following him might mark the beginning of the dragon clan’s resurgence!
Chen Ping led the dragon clan army, carrying overwhelming murderous intent and countless spoils of war, as they departed the blood-soaked rift valley in a mighty procession, heading towards the Yama Heaven Sect.
It was foreseeable that once news of this place spread, the entire Nine Heavens would be shaken!
And the name of Chen Ping would resound throughout the universe!
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Yama Heaven Sect!
Yan Nantian, Liu Xue, and Shen Zhiyan were still recovering inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower.
At the entrance to the Yama Heaven Sect, the once-lingering nether aura had been replaced by intense bloodlust and killing intent.
Hundreds of figures fought desperately at the foot of the mountain, the glow of spells intertwining with the cold light of weapons. Explosions, roars, and screams rang out endlessly. Violent energy impacts caused space to tremble constantly. The ground was already pockmarked, covered in scorch marks and bloodstains.
Under Guan Jun’s leadership, the disciples of the Yama Heaven Sect had formed a precarious defensive formation, fighting to the death to hold back the tide of black-robed enemies surging towards them.
Every one of them knew clearly that behind them, within the sect, Sect Leader Yan Nantian, Liu Xue, Shen Zhiyan, and other core members were at a critical stage of recovery inside the Demon-Suppressing Tower. They could not afford any mishap!
Moreover, the Demon-Suppressing Tower itself was a treasured heirloom of the sect. How could it fall into enemy hands?
“Hold fast! For the Sect Leader! For the Yama Heaven Sect!”
Guan Jun roared hoarsely. The ghostly soul spear in his hands danced impenetrably. Every thrust carried a piercing ghost wail, forcing back several enemies.
